We are Warriors and Workers of the Light

My apologies to the real poets out there. This unorganized and unstructured happening entered my mind before morning coffee.

My gratitude to you all. You are loved.

Happy Fellow, Happy Man, Happy Guy.

It's all a Lie.

Smile Bright, Smile Big, Cry inside.

He wants to Die.

Tethered Down, A Heavy Heart, Stuck in place.

He Needs to Fly.

Trampled Stone, Trampled Mud, Trampled Soul.

He Needs the Sky.

Tried His Best, Was Beaten Down, Can't Understand

He Can't See Why.

Born From Light, It's Turned Around, Horizon Bright.

The Time is Nigh.